Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 359 358. Sometimes it makes more sense to change jobs

The next morning, Feldrich's mood was never so good. Perhaps because he had been dreaming all night about being hunted, when he woke up, what he saw was a face that made him forget the bad things.

On her delicate and beautiful face, as perfect as a custom-made doll, a pair of gray eyes looked at her quietly. The reflection of her was of a messy short hair and her pajamas were buttoned incorrectly...

Even the look of dementia on his face made Feldrich wake up all of a sudden.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and she recalled that she had been talking to Seifer last night. They had been talking for half the night, and they should have gone to bed at dawn...

"Good morning, Alfred."

Even with the thick, long hair that could be used as a blanket pressed against him, Seifer didn't seem annoyed at all. He said patiently, "You've only slept for less than three hours. How about you not going to the office today?"

"...Huh, three hours is enough. I've made some adjustments to myself. Deep sleep can help me relax. Mercenary, you don't think I'm like those ordinary people and need this kind of meaningless enjoyment, do you?"

He was clearly talking in his sleep.

Seifer said nothing and gestured for her to get up first.

Then he prepared toiletries for her in a familiar manner, went out to get a hot towel and came back to wipe her face and arms. After taking off her pajamas, he wiped her body briefly. After she changed her clothes refreshed, he slowly went to the restaurant to prepare breakfast.

——It was not until this moment that Feldrich realized belatedly that he had been enjoying the mercenary's service a little too much.
It was obvious that those hands could break her neck with just a little force, or torture her to squeeze out more money than she could spend in a lifetime...

With a complicated expression on her face, she waited in the room for a while, and walked into the restaurant at about the same time as the other passengers. As expected, she saw a leather-covered thing making breakfast.

My mood dropped slightly, but then I thought about it again. I still felt that amazing softness in my heart, and that comforting fragrance that I could smell no matter how I sniffed it...

It doesn't seem so difficult to accept this iron shell.

The fewer people who know this secret, the better, because fewer people mean it can be kept exclusive.

Feldrich, whose mind had been somewhat distracted, sat down in his seat. After a while, he suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the iron shell where the cook was being cooked.

"Why did you change to such a... strange skin?"

"Is it weird? I also made a male skin. The person who made it is really a genius. He even prepared a fifth limb for me."

Sometimes Feldrich felt that this guy had been using an iron body for too long and had mental problems.

"Anyway, this skin is used to paralyze others, and its identity is that of a mercenary affiliated with the Red Crossbow... But I just remembered after changing it that there's a small problem."

"what is the problem?"

"This body has no um...identity, so I need a legal and reasonable identity to prepare for the next investigation."

Feldrich narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that this guy was well prepared.

"Hmph... Just pick one and leave the rest alone. This is an important asset I use for business activities."

Tien, who was munching on fried dough sticks and fried eggs nearby, said that she had just seen a gift of assets worth at least hundreds of thousands of dollars, but it was a pity that no one listened to her.

Shrugging indifferently, her fingers quickly clicked and typed on her personal device, then swiped to the next person and continued clicking and typing.

During the time it took to have breakfast, he sent messages to at least twenty students. After breakfast, he wiped his mouth, said something like "I'm going to the motorcycle competition," and left.

Seifer chose an identity with a relatively clean background. He was a young man from a marginal node city who planned to make a living in a stable and safe node city like Academy City. He had some artistic talent, but not much.

After selecting an identity and inserting it into the identification card, Seifer was curious: "Where did the original owner of this identity go? Wait, don't tell me yet, let me guess... You've made full use of him."

"Do I look like someone with so much free time? Mercenary, don't think about this kind of thing with your shallow mind. There are many innocent identities in this world that come from legitimate sources."

"At least I never hire those finishing companies. Disgusting."

As if he felt refreshed after the meal, Feldrich went to have breakfast quietly. While he was eating, he saw Sefer leaving the restaurant.

After waiting for a while, he came back and his outfit made Feldrich laugh.

A classic outfit: a dirty shirt worn for working illegally on a car in the desert or on long journeys, durable pants that are never washed and can even stand up if taken off, and a loose belt.

Seifer, with a messy hairdo and looking no different from the people making a living in the desert, entered the restaurant.

At that moment, Feldrich subconsciously wanted to take a few steps back and stay away from this dirty and smelly guy.

"Okay, that's perfect. Next, I'm going to make a special attempt... Fortunately, with the assistance of the technical department and my correspondent, many things I didn't understand were immediately filled in."

"Don't talk to me with such a disgusting look, mercenary. Stay two meters... no, five meters away from me, and then talk."

It's just superficial work, it shouldn't be like this.

In short, Seifer's plan was simple and clear. He would use this disguise to reach the satellite city, and considering the other party's possible vigilance, he even prepared an identity and a script.

This made Feldrich suspect that this guy was just talking nonsense, because replacing someone who once existed in the desert was... difficult.

"It's actually not that difficult. And most importantly, I haven't succeeded yet. You know, entertainment companies are extremely exclusive. I might be stopped as soon as I reach the door."

"Entertainment company? What do you have to do with them? Those people are disgusting. In my opinion, they are ten times more disgusting than the closing company."

It's only ten times, so it doesn't look that disgusting.

He prepared the props he needed. In order to make it closer to reality, he also took a communicator that everyone in the desert likes to use. After covering it with sand, he scratched it with a knife, and the aging effect was first-class.

Not only her, but even Lin Shenxue, who was munching on snacks beside him, was curious. Saifu explained slowly, "I used to have a side job. Basically, I was doing some guidance work, like making props for costumes and props look old..."

Although my main job is design work, regardless of what I design, this side job can greatly broaden my practical horizons, so it’s not bad to do it occasionally.

Anyway, I'm just giving suggestions... Unlike some people who would even throw away the tank operation manual on the forum just to play a game.

After completing all the necessary preparations, it was a pity that there was no motorcycle to ride today. Seifer spent a lot of time, transferring to different vehicles to leave the college city, then transfer to a nearby satellite city, and then find a car in the satellite city...

After going around in circles, we finally arrived at the gate of the satellite city built by the scheduled entertainment company, only to see a busy convoy transporting goods.

...Strange, different from what I imagined.

Sefer immediately found a person who looked relatively relaxed and asked him what was going on in this satellite city.
"What can we do? A big star is coming, so we need people to do the work."

(End of this chapter)